Ag crochadh suas os cionn na gcomhthreomhar, chuaigh na scamaill uachtar reoite os cionn Aillte an Mhothair.

Hanging above the parallels, the ice cream clouds moved over Aillte an Mhothair.

Bhí samhradh ann, an ghrian ag scalladh ar an gceantar bán.

It was summer, with the sun shining down on the white land.

Bhí scáthanna an-álainn á gcaitheamh ar an uisce thíos.

The shadows cast were beautiful on the water below.

Bhí Caoimhe agus Aidan ann, lán de dhóchas, a gcuid suaimhneas á shéideadh ag an ngaoith láidir.

Caoimhe and Aidan were there, full of hope, their peace blown by the strong wind.

Bhí a fhios ag Caoimhe go díreach cad a bhí uathu – an ghrianghraf foirfe a ghlacadh leis an bhfón póca.

Caoimhe knew exactly what they wanted - to take the perfect photo with the mobile phone.

"A Haiddin," arsa Caoimhe le scairt bheag ina guth, "ná bí buartha.

"Oh Aidan," said Caoimhe with a slight shout in her voice, "don't worry.

Beidh sé seo iontach!

This will be amazing!"

"D’fhéach Aidan, a bhí beagáinín pale in aghaidhe, go drogallach ar an imeall.

Aidan, who was a little pale in the face, looked reluctantly at the edge.

"Tá an-chion agam air Caoimhe, ach tá sé an-ard!

"I have a lot of respect for it Caoimhe, but it's very high!"

" a dúirt sé le rian éadóchais.

he said with a trace of despair.

"A leithéid de radharc álainn," mheabhraigh Caoimhe, ag díriú ar na foinsí, an rudeoin lámh sínte amach le selfie stick.

"What a beautiful view," Caoimhe reminded, focusing on the sources, one hand extended with a selfie stick.

Mheabhraigh sí go raibh an t-uaillmhain aici leis an ngrianghraf seo a thaispeáint do gach duine sa bhaile.

She reminded herself of her ambition to show this photo to everyone at home.

Bhí fonn uirthi an nóiméad a ghabháil.

She was eager to capture the moment.

D’oscail Aidan a bhéal, ag iarraidh rud éigin a rá, ach stopnaigh ag an bpointe deireanach.

Aidan opened his mouth, trying to say something, but stopped at the last point.

B’shin nuair a chuaigh siad níos gaire don imeall.

That's when they moved closer to the edge.

D'fhan Aidan tamall siar, é ag cur a mhéara isteach sna clocha ar a leamhain.

Aidan stayed back a bit, inserting his fingers into the stones to steady himself.

Mar sin féin, shiúil Caoimhe ar aghaidh, an t-aer ina gruaig, agus spreag sí Aidan a bheith cumasach, "Come on, feicimid go h-iontach sa phictiúr céanna!

Nevertheless, Caoimhe walked on, the wind in her hair, and she encouraged Aidan to be brave, "Come on, we'll look amazing in the same picture!"

"Agus ansin, díreach agus iad beirt ar an suíomh idéalach, sheas siad gan dabht beagán míshocair, agus *puff!

And then, just as they were both at the ideal spot, they stood a bit uncertainly, and *puff!

* -- tháinig gaoth láidir isteach go tobann.

* -- a strong gust of wind came in suddenly.

Thit Caoimhe ar Aidan, agus bhí an stiúr lasmuigh ina lámha agus uisce ag sileadh anuas.

Caoimhe fell towards Aidan, and the steering was out of their hands with water trickling down.

Scrios an scéal gránna ar an bhfón póca, pictiúr de beirt aghaidheanna ag uisce lena ndrámaíocht.

The ugly story ruined on the mobile phone, a picture of two water-drenched faces with their drama.

Ach in áit easaontú, chuir siad gáire mar gheall ar an eachtra áitithe.

But instead of disagreement, they laughed because of the insistent incident.

"Is macántacht í seo," a dúirt Caoimhe, ag cuimilt deartháir maith ag na deora de gháire ar a súile.

"This is honesty," said Caoimhe, wiping brotherly tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Tá an selfie i bhfad níos fearr ná mar a bhí mé ag súil.

"The selfie is far better than I expected."

"D’fhéach Aidan go mionchúiseach ar an íomhá iontach meallacach.

Aidan looked closely at the wonderfully captivating image.

"Tá tú ceart," a d’admhaigh sé, agus thug sé barróg do Caoimhe, "Tháinig a thuigim nach bhfuil mé chomh eaglach de na hailleanta, arís.

"You're right," he admitted, giving Caoimhe a hug, "I realized I'm not as scared of the cliffs anymore."

"Thug an lá suaimhnis nua don bheirt, le Gaoithe an Mhothair ag sraonadh a gcuid pleananna, agus bhí an t-íomhá beagán cráite an mór imeachta ar a mbóthar siar.

The day gave the two new calmness, with the Gaoithe an Mhothair detouring their plans, and the slightly troubled image was the major event on their way back.

Bhain Aillte an Mhothair seafóid agus spraoi as a saol, lasmuigh d’aon síneadh cumasach de phlean.

Aillte an Mhothair took folly and fun out of their lives, beyond any ambitious extension of a plan.

Mhair said a thuras ceart go leor—gan scáthán foirfe ach le cuimhní a bhí fiúntach gan choinne.

They survived their journey just fine—without a perfect picture but with unexpectedly worthwhile memories.